[i]Well, my name's from a lyre, and that's a violin, not a- OH![/i] For a second there was a blue spot where the boy had pointed. It was so much more vibrant, so much more real, that it happened in front of her eyes instead of from afar. He quickly wiped it away with his fingers, as if wiping a stain from a glass, but Lyra was already transfixed. The boy was definitely a light elementalist. He didn't shine the same way Vera did, but his fingers did, in a way. They could change the movements of light, and he might not even realise how he did it, just like-

Just like what she was doing right now. Her violin was humming a little song. It wasn't loud enough to reach the front, where the teachers were, but just enough to gain her some odd stares from nearby students. 

"Whoops. Ahh." She tucked the violin back and it stopped. "Sorry, sorry. Sit still and listen, right. Sorry."

She was going to sit back, and then a thought flashed by her. "Hey, I'd love to see some of your drawings! Maybe, later, when we're not supposed to sit still," he whispered to the boy up-front. And then she leaned back, continuing to fail at sitting still and listening as her mind drifted again.